Photo by Pavel Danilyuk: https://www.pexels.com/photo/a-throw-pillow-and-blanket-on-a-white-crib-7937988/
So, after my post about Sausage sleeping in our bedroom, our situation has now officially morphed into a co-sleeping one. For the last week or so, Sausage’s sleep has been very fitful. On the worst night I was up with her FIVE times. We’ve come to the conclusion that it’s her cot that’s causing the issues with sleep.
Sausage is a serious wriggler in her sleep, which means she spends more time on top of her duvet, than actually under it. I’m a pretty light sleeper these days and I hear the ‘rustle-rustle-thump’ which means that she’s successfully managed to extricate her legs from the covers about 5 times a night. The trouble is, it’s getting colder. When she would kick her duvet off in the summer, it wasn’t a big deal, she runs quite hot anyway, so she was generally okay. But a couple of nights ago she was actually calling out “I’m coooold” in her sleep. So Husband and I have been up and down like the preverbial yo-yo, covering her over and tucking her in.
I had the fantastic misguided idea that a Grobag would be the answer to all of our problems.
No.
This made things worse. When my sleeping child realised that she couldn’t kick her covers off she started to panic and I was awoken by a flapping, kicking baby, twisted up in a stripy straight-jacket.
Back to the drawing board.
Then we started to worry that it might be mine and Husband’s snoring keeping her up. A few nights ago, I’d got up with her in the early hours, and laid her on the settee whilst I went and made her a bottle (Yes, I still give my two-year-old a milk bottle, wanna fight about it?!), and when I came back, she was sound asleep on the sofa, and stayed that way until I put her back in her own bed an hour later (I do find that 2am is a good time to catch up on my V+’ed Gilmore Girls and Jamie’s 30 Minute Meals).
So then the panic set in.
OH GOD.
So…if it’s our snoring keeping her awake…does that mean…she’ll have to sleep in her OWN ROOM?!?!
In a last ditch attempt to work out the issue, without banishing Sausage to a different room, we cut her bed out altogether and tried co-sleeping. And yes, I woke up this morning totally numb down my right side, and I have a crick in my neck which I suspect is now here for life.
But she SLEPT.
I didn’t have to get up once.
(Well, I woke up a couple of times to give her dropped dummy back to her. And yes, she does have a dummy. GET OFF MY BACK!)
So now, we truly are a co-sleeping, three-in-the-bed family. We think the issue is that she’s getting too big for her cot, and she’s thumping herself into the bars when she thrashes about. We’ll replace her cot with a bed, in time. But for now, she’s in with us.
And I couldn’t be happier about it!
